Chapter 1
It was early in the morning; almost an hour and a half past 5A.M. A medium sized kitchen area sat quietly as the lights were suddenly turned on. A young man, looking to be around the age of mid to late twenties, walked towards the kitchen area holding a green portfolio that was tightly tied together with string in one hand and a tall coffee mug in the other. He sat down on a stool that stood near a large counter, placing the folder on top of the counter next to his mug, and after untying the piece of string he started to look through the papers. The contents inside of the folder scattered here and there across and over the table. He took a sip of his coffee that sat next to all the papers he had been looking through. He sighed softly as he looked over all of the papers one last time. All of the documents were written in German some papers were written by hand while others were typed out. The man picked up a piece of paper and he looked closely at the German writing. 'This is impossible I can't understand any of this. Why didn't I learn German instead of learning Spanish?' He thought to himself as he tried the best he could to decipher the papers, but found it to be a rather hopeless cause in the end and could feel himself getting more frustrated by his failing attempts to read it.
"I never said that it was going to be easy Hank." A male voice spoke from behind him as if the man had read his thoughts. Hank turned fully around in his chair as he looked behind him. A tall man started to walk towards him, coming out of the shadows that the rest of the room, besides the lighted kitchen, seemed to be engulfed in. His hair was mostly gray with age, which seemed to have made it that much more noticeable in the bright light. Although, he was in great shape for his age, his hair did show just how old he really was. "Boris? I thought you would still be asleep this early." Hank said as his eyes followed Boris until the older man was standing next to him. "Just because I am getting older Hank doesn't mea I can't wake up early." He said. "I see you have been reading over my family's medical history, what have you discovered so far?" He asked as he looked down at the unorganized piles of papers. Hank looked back down at the papers as he spoke again. "Nothing so far, just some names. No clues as to anything definite yet." He said as he looked at the papers still puzzled, he looked towards Boris again. "Are you sure that none of these documents are in English?" He asked, you could hear the aggravation building in his voice. Boris looked at Hank, "Do you think if I had these documents in English I would waste my time and yours by giving these German ones to you?" Boris asked.
Hank turned back around as he looked at the random piles of papers again, chuckling a bit as he spoke. "Hmm, I guess your right." He said as he shuffled through the papers hoping something would come to him. "As much as I love to see you work Hank, there is more than one reason why I have come to talk to you so early in the morning." He breathed out as he looked towards the shadows then back towards Hank. Hank glanced towards Boris for a split second before looking back at the paper held in his hand. "What is the other reason?" He questioned. "I am going to be out of town for the week to have some testing done. It should all go by smoothly so I don't think I should be late coming back." He said as he walked over towards the other side of the counter. Hank put down the paper he was looking at and turned his full attention to Boris. "Testing? What kind of testing?" He asked. "It is just a small blood test." Boris said as though it should be obvious. Hank looked over at Boris his face, now completely focused on the billionaire was in disbelief. "A 'small blood test'? That's what's going to take a week?" He said. "I could give you a blood test and send the results to whoever needs them. Why are you really going to be gone for a week?" He questioned knowing that what Boris had told him was only some part of the truth.
Boris sighed. "No it can't be sent in anyway, I have to be there for their test. If the tests are normal I can become a candidate for future studying. This leads to the other reason I have came down here to talk to you. I need you to come with me. To…oversee things there." He said . "I don't know Boris…" Hank started to say. "Bring your brother along if you wish, I don't care. I will be leaving first thing in the morning my things have already been packed. I have scheduled another plane to pick you up tomorrow afternoon." Boris stated as he looked over towards Hank. Hank sat there speechless as his gaze never left Boris. "Well then if there aren't any more questions you may have then I must depart." Boris continued as he started to make his way to the guest house's front door. Hank quickly turned around and before Boris could leave he asked the most important question that popped into his mind. "Where are we going? Where is this clinic?" He questioned. Boris turned away from the door and around to face Hank. "We are going to California." He said calmly. "California?" Hank repeated questioningly after hearing of their intended destination. "More specifically Santa Barbra, California." Boris said.